276: What to talk about

Nan Qingyue sized him up. Although her strength was inferior to the old man's, she could not just let Situ Jiu be taken away like this.

Nan Qingyue stepped forward and drew the Sword from her back.

"Hand over Situ Jiu, or else I won't be polite." Nan Qingyue's face was grim, and a cold glint erupted in her eyes.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue's gaze narrowed as she stared fixedly at the old man.

In truth, for Nan Qingyue, Situ Jiu was her Junior Brother, and the person closest to her.

With Situ Jiu's whereabouts unknown and him having been taken by the old man before her, how could she not be anxious?

"You tell me to hand him over, and I have to do it? Don't try that Young Miss temper of yours on me." The old man reached out and stroked his white beard.

Then, the old man smiled slightly and drew a sharp breath.

"If you have a way to defeat me, then you can force the location of that boy out of me. Otherwise, you'd better give up on that idea." The old man smiled slightly. "I lost so much because of you lot; if I don't find someone to compensate me, this fragile little heart of mine will have suffered a heavy blow."

At this moment, the old man looked every bit the scoundrel as he leaned in and smiled.

And it was at this very moment.

Nan Qingyue stepped forward, a cold glint erupting in her eyes.

Nan Qingyue then drew the Sword she carried on her back and pointed it from afar at the old man.

"That was a bet you made yourself; why should we pay for it?" Nan Qingyue said, unconvinced.

"Isn't that because you were the ones who made me lose? If you don't help me pay for it, who else am I supposed to go to?" The old man's face was grim, and he wore a serious expression.

Looking from afar, the old man did not seem very kind, and one always got the feeling that he was not easy to get along with.

However, Nan Qingyue still wanted to rescue Situ Jiu, and at this moment, she had no other concerns.

"Enough nonsense!" Nan Qingyue stepped forward and swung the Sword in her hand.

"I have a Sword that can shake the mountains and rivers!"

"Old man, can you receive it?"

Nan Qingyue's face was grim. Then, she let out a loud shout and suddenly swung her Sword.

A flash of light exploded in the air. The Evil Qi all over Nan Qingyue's body was so intense that it was difficult for anyone to get close.

Consequently, the old man had no choice. He did not want to make a move, but things had reached this point, and there was no other way.

"Watch the Sword!" Nan Qingyue shouted and suddenly swung her Sword.

Boom!

With a loud crash.

The ground shook violently, and at that moment, a powerful surge of Qi shot forth from the Sword in Nan Qingyue's hand.

The Sword strike flew straight toward the old man.

"Oh no! This Sword strike!" The old man's pupils constricted sharply; he could feel the force behind this strike.

For a woman to possess such strength was truly astonishing.

Nan Qingyue, however, paid no mind to that. She used all her strength to swing out this Sword strike, which headed straight for the old man.

At this moment, if the old man retreated, the Sword strike would come right at him, making it impossible to dodge.

But at this moment, the old man had no other choice but to face it with all his might.

"Watch the Sword! If you hand over Situ Jiu, I will let you go." A cold glint erupted in Nan Qingyue's eyes.

Immediately, Nan Qingyue looked up and stared fixedly at the old man.

Situ Jiu had just disappeared like that, and Nan Qingyue did not know where he had gone. If she had the chance, she was determined to bring him back.

"Little girl, you are quite confident." The old man curled his lips and revealed a cold sneer.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue's Sword strike contained powerful energy. As she swung it out, the leaves all around were swept up.

The leaves swirled around Nan Qingyue, and the Sword stirred up wave after wave of leaves; there was even a current of air around the Sword.

"Situ Jiu, Senior Sister is here to save you!" Nan Qingyue shouted. Instead of retreating, she forcefully brought the Sword down.

The Sword hummed in the air.

And it was at this very moment.

The old man stepped forward and headed straight for Nan Qingyue.

In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared before Nan Qingyue, reached out, and grabbed her.

However, before Nan Qingyue could bring the Sword down hard, the old man knocked it away with a single palm strike.

With a clatter.

The Sword actually fell directly from Nan Qingyue's hand and ended up stabbing deeply into the ground.

Nan Qingyue had not even reacted; just now, she hadn't even seen how the old man had gotten there.

"You! How did you do that?" Nan Qingyue's pupils constricted sharply; her heart trembled, and she drew a sharp breath.

Yet, upon hearing this, the old man remained calm, paying no mind to it at all.

The old man smiled slightly. "You little brat are really too naive. Did you really think I was that weak? That I wouldn't be your match?"

"Damn it!" Nan Qingyue's face was grim, and the fire of rage in her heart was instantly ignited.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue wanted to defeat the old man before her, but she understood one thing even more clearly: she was simply no match for the old man.

If she were a bit stronger, perhaps there would be a chance.

However, with her current strength, it was simply impossible.

"How did you do that?" Nan Qingyue asked again.

Just now, in the blink of an eye, the old man had suddenly appeared before Nan Qingyue; it was truly astonishing.

"When you reach the Eighth Grade Realm, you will understand." The old man smiled slightly, not taking the matter to heart.

"Eighth Grade Realm?" Nan Qingyue's pupils constricted sharply. "Have you already reached that level?"

Legend had it that experts in the Eighth Grade Realm could possess the power of space-time, meaning they could control space-time.

This was truly a big shot.

"Heh, guess." After leaving that sentence behind, the old man threw Nan Qingyue onto the ground.

Then the old man turned around directly and paid no more attention to Nan Qingyue.

After being thrown to the ground, Nan Qingyue let out a muffled groan, feeling so helpless.

In truth, at this moment, Nan Qingyue understood that in the hands of this old man, she had absolutely no room to resist!

Is this the power of an expert?

"Don't go! Give Situ Jiu back!" Nan Qingyue clenched her fists tightly. She stood up immediately, a cold glint erupting in her eyes.

Nan Qingyue stared fixedly at the old man's back. She was unwilling to give up, but there was nothing she could do.

"I am not killing you, which is already the greatest mercy. I advise you not to keep nagging." The old man turned his head slightly, a glint erupting in his eyes. "If you talk any more nonsense, I will not spare you."

Upon hearing this, the fire of rage in Nan Qingyue's heart was instantly ignited.